There are a lot of realms of such a nature out there. Yours would make... about the sixth I've heard of. It's a pretty common impulse of - human scientists or soldiers living on a ruined or otherwise wrong planet, usually, I think [details get fuzzy after a while and she never did find out for sure how much of that was the case for Carriero] - to come to the conclusion they should build a machine to keep them company.
Probably something related, but, yeah. They definitely didn't bring us there because they wanted to.
Oooof course, there are people who've been around for a long time who don't want to leave anymore. Once you've been somewhere for years and years, it has a way of growing on you.
Well... it's a lot of inertia, honestly. I don't have anywhere better to be. And at this point if a respectable amount of trolls won't remain there's no point in hatching the matriorb. So... I help out where I can.
[Then something makes her think--] Your realm is predominantly human too, isn't it?
Sometimes it's strange to me - the only other trolls I ever saw were the ones with whom we played the game, sometimes the ancestors thereof. And similarly with most other species, only a few small groups. It makes me wonder if there's only one universe where each of us respectively exist, unlike the apparent case for humans.
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I wonder if your place and my place are connected somehow.
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Oooof course, there are people who've been around for a long time who don't want to leave anymore. Once you've been somewhere for years and years, it has a way of growing on you.
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So, a lot of humanity. Where do you wanna go with this humanity?
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[Then something makes her think--] Your realm is predominantly human too, isn't it?
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Sometimes it's strange to me - the only other trolls I ever saw were the ones with whom we played the game, sometimes the ancestors thereof. And similarly with most other species, only a few small groups. It makes me wonder if there's only one universe where each of us respectively exist, unlike the apparent case for humans.
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is she wearing her necklace or not?
no violetsy necklace or key necklace; she never received the former and the latter is locked up in
I actually meant the white one in her icons!
That's what I meant by the violetsy one! So no she doesn't have that one
ohhh okay; it looks white in the icon so I got confused
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Don't mind when I switch accounts; it's mostly login or when my iconset fails
o7!
rummages through inbox pulls out hand raising this tag triumphantly
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in which I start getting too tired to proofread